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Life Is But A Dream

July 26, 2009

A pigsty made of garbage: a masterpiece of unintentional irony.

A pigsty made of garbage: a masterpiece of unintentional irony.

Earlier this week, Kate and I attended our local County Fair with the aim of seeing the No-Shit-Legendary Los Lobos , eating meat on a stick, and maybe yucking it up a bit along the way.  The County Fair is yet another one of those vestiges of Redneck Culture that I still can’t seem to stay away from, no matter how many degrees I accumulate, how many books I read, or how deeply I ensconce myself in the Middle Class Pretensia known as Suburbia, USA.  My struggle to reconcile my roots with my tips, so to speak, is lifelong and I will stop at nothing, no matter how far-fetched or absolutely stupid, to make sense of it all. (more…)

Getaway! Day 3

July 7, 2009
Awww...

Awww…

  • Mabel has befriended a bossy little girl she calls “Emma” and a preternaturally small boy she calls “Dandle”.  The two indulgently attempt to coach Mabel into joining them in song but Mabel, never a slave to the agenda, regards them with stoney superiority.
  • A sign at the entry of the park reads “Michigan Critical Dunes.”  What makes them “critical”?  Did they, too, drive here from the suburbs in a foreign car festooned with hipster stickers, an MA folded up in the glove box?  No?  Well, just who the hell do they think they are, anyway? (more…)

Getaway! Day 2

July 5, 2009
Realtree camo tightness, teensy adorableness, and big, obnoxious, smokey fire!

Realtree camo tightness, teensy adorableness, and big, obnoxious, smokey fire!

  • The Giggler fled the campground at the break of dawn, immediately followed by the hippies.  The Cocker Spaniel RV Kennel Club stands amid the smoke  like a lone patriot on the field of battle.  Impressed, I doff my cap in the general direction of all the barking.
  • We venture to downtown South Haven.  A local bookstore is going out business, so we take advantage of the opportunity to pick over its one-dollar remains.  I notice there’s plenty of Irving Wallace to be had, but no David Foster Wallace (to whom this blog owes a certain debt).  This disappointment actually pleases me as it stands as a bracing reassurance of my place outside of the Reactionary Recreational Overlap. (more…)

Getaway! Day 1

July 5, 2009
The Griswolds ain't got nothing on us.

The Griswolds ain’t got nothing on us.

The tale you are about to read is true.  Mostly.   On June 30, 2009, my partner Kate, our two year old daughter Mabel, and I packed up our Honda Civic and set out for Van Buren State Park near South Haven, MI.  During our 4 day stay, we endured less-than-ideal climatic conditions, sub-gourmet “camp food”, the occasional mosquito bite, relentless whining, and mind-bending sleep deprivation.  Oh!  What fun we had! (more…)